Lyrics Courtside Carter - Witcho Melo

(See that diamond on my wrist, man)
(See that diamond on my neck)
(See that diamond on my belt buckle, motherfucker)
(That's without country)
(The City people too, but don't blame me)
(Don't blame me)

Sittin' courtside, bitch,
Call me "Lil Wayne", yeah
I was doin' hard drugs
Now I feel insane, yeah

Party hardy, coast to coast
Now I feel insane
Imma cheers, that toast to toast
Now I feel insane, yeah

Sittin' courtside, bitch,
Call me "Lil Wayne", yeah
I was doin' hard drugs
Now I feel insane, yeah

Party hardy, coast to coast
Now I feel insane
Imma cheers, that toast to toast
Now I feel insane, yeah

Yeah, now I feel insane
Lost my marbles in my brains
Got new Balmains on my chains
She gon' suck my dick for free

Hey, mom, look, it's me
I'm just dressed up on TV
Hey, Sarah, who are you?
I'm just comin' after you, like

Keepin' fire on me, homie, OP's are comin' through
With the homie tellin', Omens, homie like they comin' true
I just got my wrist up on me, homie like it's 10 to 2
Raise a brick up if you're trappin', homie now you pay your dues
Mark a beast, with a dollar sign, he just came to die

In the trap, where the niggas lie, put him on for size
Spend a rack, on a fashion dime, now she go and cry
Blow her back, in a state of mind, till' her ass is mine,
Like

Sittin' courtside, bitch,
Call me "Lil Wayne", yeah
I was doin' hard drugs
Now I feel insane, yeah

Party hardy, coast to coast
Now I feel insane
Imma cheers, that toast to toast
Now I feel insane, yeah

Sittin' courtside, bitch,
Call me "Lil Wayne", yeah
I was doin' hard drugs
Now I feel insane, yeah

Party hardy, coast to coast
Now I feel insane
Imma cheers, that toast to toast
Now I feel insane, yeah

(Oh shit)
(You thought there was gonna be a second verse to this)
(Nah, nah, nah, I think I said all I need to say)
(Raise your bricks, pimp your bitches, and stack your fuckin' paper)